Luyện nghe bài hát Can't Cry

Yeah,
Need niggas to feel me, yo,
my pain,
Said soft niggas can't hard times, yo,
Believe shit,
Yea, (yeah) ay (ay),
Real don't cry,
Look,
Yo-
Was just a youngin' that fresh fade,
Bird chest, skinny,
That hoop dreaming had me tryna be the Penny,
Fresh on my feet,
paid for everything I'm wearing,
At the fair staring at girls, not a in the world.
Aw. nigga, but shit done since "Mayne" was my nickname,
A little chasing things, tryna kick game,
Now I'm a man worried my fam.
Let me explain,
It's my pockets stay broke, and if not them shit's sprained.
And so I rap for my trapped in the struggle,
like the world's on your back so you stumble,
And it feels like a quarterback get sacked, and you fumble.
Jobs don't call a nigga back, so back to the hustle.
Niggas for they moms,
At the same they moms pray for them.
Ask the Lord to stay with them, them on they way,
But damn a been a lost fate.
It on the usual,
The only time you me up at church is a funeral.
(Damn)

Sometimes sunshine turn to my nigga,
The same ones you will bring you pain, my nigga,
I don't if I'll see tomorrow,
I cry (no), I can't cry.
And in life times getting hard my nigga,
But that, I'm aiming for the stars, my nigga,
I won't stop- try the day I die,
And I won't cry (no), I cry.
(Ay, ay, ay, yea)
(Listen, yo)

I sit back and watch the news now and then,
get depressed or mad from watching the world just crash,
Even the bad.
It be the shit, got my brain twisted,
Like, "Damn it's '06 and niggas still up on gang shit? "
Yesterday this kid got his frame split,
Only seventeen, he was to graduate.
And like, three weeks some stupid got him for his chain,
But he fought back, blasted him and left him on the pavement. (uh)
And now they telling me this little just got raped,
Some dude her and she was standing at the bus stop,
Wait, man she eleven!

What the fuck is up with this
Got these grown fucking with girls?
Plus the cops us,
week be blasting us, on accident- or so they claim.
Reporters sympathizing like they know the pain, (right)
They her only son,
Make her blow her brains out,
the channel nigga, I can't watch this.

Sometimes turn to rain my nigga,
The same you love will bring you pain, my nigga,
I don't if I'll see tomorrow,
I won't cry (no), I cry.
And in this times getting hard my nigga, (yea)
But that, I'm aiming for the stars, my nigga, (yea, uh)
I won't stop- try the day I die,
And I won't cry (no), I cry.
(Ay, ay, ay, yea)
(Look, yo)

Take a through the city man,
And me what you witness,
Poverty, richness, crooked and misfits,
Violence, hatred, devastation,